This week, the Fairy Bears have been folding a little slower. The Ghost of Tie-Dye Past has been drifting through old shirts and older memories. And me? Iāve been watching it all, quiet and still, thinking about him.
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The man who taught you how to tie your shoes by showing you, not telling you.
The one who stood behind you at the wheel, hands steady over yours, not saying muchābut letting you know he had you.
The one who told the same jokes every year, made the pancakes too thick, and taught you that being strong didnāt mean being loud.
Fathers are made of the quiet kind of magic.
Not the flashy stuffābut the deep, steady kind.
The kind you didnāt even notice was love until you were older and looked back and thoughtā
How did he always know exactly what I needed before I knew how to ask?
And if youāre lucky enough to still have your dad around this Fatherās Day, weāre just here to say:
Celebrate him.
Sit beside him while he rambles.
Let him be proud. Let him be weird.
Let him remind you of the kid he raised and the love he never stopped giving.
And if you want to give him something backānot because you have to, but because you finally understand what heās meant to youā
give him something as bold, as unique, and as handmade as the love he gave you.
The Fairy Bears will fold it gently.
The Ghost will tuck a memory into the seams.
And Iāll make sure itās packed with every ounce of love you wish you could say out loud.
Because sometimes, love looks like a shirt⦠and a thank-you that lasts forever.
š With all our hearts,
ā The Bear, The Ghost, and The Foldinā Fairies